#dxsole

[roachfingers]

"i’m not dead yet, unfortunately for some." // from Buckaroo to Jim Jam!

$$$

600, 700, 800, 900, 1000, more.

They both had precarious relationships with the land of the living, it seemed. Death, he figures, is less a state of being, and more a state of belief. Had he been physically dead for seven or eight years? No, his heart was still beating, but his body didn't know that, his brain didn't know that, he did not know that. Zombie Jim, digging holes out in the snow, lighting bonfires despite the ice, it was a long, drawn out affair, but now he's back in the city, wishing he'd never been born.

600, 700, 800, 900, 1000, more.

"Word on the street is you got fucked up by a Honda Accord," he'd been asking around, hadn't believed it when he'd heard, and if Buck had asked around about Jimmy, he would've heard all kinds of things. Cocaine-fuelled skydiving accident was the most popular consensus. "Glad to hear you're still with us," he wouldn't say that about a lot of people.

600, 700, 800, 900, 1000, more.

There are eight neat piles on the coffee table. He has not finished counting.

"What's say me and you make some money, dead-man?"

[hunt-the-hare]

@dxsole | cont.

                       Officer  K  JOE  stares  at  her  for  a  moment.  A  long  moment,  as  it  were.  He  blinks  once,  twice,  then  inhales  through  nostrils.  If  Didi  ever  thought  he  would  trust  her  with  a  gun,  she  must  be  dumb.

                       "  No.  "  Finally,  he  speaks  up,  head  shaking.  "  You'll  be  fine  here,  no  one's  looking  for  us.  Not  yet.  "

[hunt-the-hare]

@dxsole | cont.

                       "  I  was  planning  on  staying  anyways.  "  Regardless  of  whoever  this  chuckle  fuck  had  been,  what  he  was  doing,  even  if  he  had  not  shown  up,  Noah  would  have  stayed.  Just  for  the  company  of  Dara,  if  nothing  else.  But  this  guy,  whoever  the  fuck  it  was,  made  it  harder  than  he'd  like  to  admit.  He  knows  Dara  can  handle  his  own,  but  that  doesn't  mean  Noah  doesn't  want  to  do  something  about  it  himself.  Hand  casually  reaches  for  the  drink  Dara  had  been  sipping  on,  taking  a  sip  himself.

                       "  I  dunno  about  how  you  guys  do  it  in  Ireland,  but  in  America,  this  shit  is  suspicious.  "  The  bottle  is  handed  back,  only  wanting  his  hands  free  in  case  the  need  arises.  Not  that  he  hopes  it  does.  "  I'm  more  worried  about  you  than  I  am  myself.  "  Dara  is,  also,  a  big  boy,  he  can  handle  his  own,  but  that's  the  thing,  isn't  it  ??  Being  so  in  love  you'd  do  anything  for  your  partner,  even  if  they  can  handle  their  own.

[hunt-the-hare]

@dxsole | cont.

                       K  knows  how  Didi  works.  She  doesn't  follow  rules  and  constantly  is  running  from...  someone  or  something.  And  now,  as  she  speaks,  he  wonders  what  type  of  different  person  she  had  been  back  then.  How  was  she  different  ??  Was  she  more  tame  ??  Something  closer  to  a  wild  animal  ??  Or  how  he  could  even  assume  a  wild  animal  to  act.  There  wasn't  very  many  of  those  left.

                        Often  times  he  feels  as  though  his  existence  is  a  trap,  like  he's  waiting  for  the  other  shoe  to  drop  and  he  gets  dragged  off  to  be  retired.  Joi  was  too  good  to  be  true,  he  knows  this  much.  No  one  could  love  a  skin  job  like  him...  it  took  a  line  of  coding  and  pixels  to  make  him  feel  like  a  normal  man.  At  least,  within  the  four  walls  of  his  shoebox  apartment,  he  could  pretend  to  be  human  for  a  few  hours.

                       "  No.  "  He  shakes  his  head.  "  It  just  is.  I  wake  up,  go  to  work,  do  my  job,  and  go  home.  Then  I  get  to  do  it  all  over  again.  Nothing  is  ever  out  of  place.  "  Such  a  boring  existence.

[miidnighters]

@dxsole | Because now I'm thinking about it.

"I got these for you."

Matt offers Didi the bouquet of yellow roses, wrapped in neutral white paper and wrapped with twine. He hadn't wanted to go too hard with a bigger, fancier bouquet, but he'd noticed the fresh roses whenever he'd come to visit - so Matt could be sure that she would like these at the very least.

Sure, he's offering them as a romantic gesture, but he's completely expecting to be rebuffed - talked to in that mean, cutting way she often does that he's come to enjoy so much.

[miidnighters]

@dxsole | Vampire!Didi said "fuck your cum back in me."

"Are you trying to kill me, greedy girl?" Flynn wheeze-laughs from where he's spread out beside her, rolling off his back to lay across her chest and catch her mouth in an adoring kiss.

A hand wanders down between her legs, two fingers collecting the cum that's dripping out of her to push back inside. It's a languid movement, the way he fingerfucks her right now, shifting to kiss her throat and down her collarbones.

"I don't have your stamina, don't forget." He teases, offering a soft nip to her skin. "If you want me to fuck you properly and fill you up again, I need a little bit more time. How about I make you cum on my fingers while you wait?"

[miidnighters]

@dxsole | Didi said "if you don't cum inside of me right now, i'm going to cry kill you."

Matt has to laugh, turning his head to muffle the noise by pressing a kiss against the calf that's resting against his shoulder.

She's already cum once, the pretty thing, but Matt's been using all of his willpower to draw his own orgasm out - fucking her deep, and slow, and rhythmic.

"Is that any way to get what you want?" He asks, fingers drifting back to her clit as he thrusts in, angled to catch that sensitive spot inside of her. "Shouldn't you be a little bit nicer?"

In truth, he doesn't have much teasing left in him. His orgasm is nearing - but the way her back arches when he slides inside of her like this is just too good to resist.

[roachfingers]

"Are you trying to tell me my duties?" // from Corbin to Jimmy!

shop.

He'd just come from court, got off scott free, all the evidence mysteriously vanished. He's not in the mood for this conversation, just had this place swept for bugs, knew it was clean. They're surrounded by heatlamps, and weed plants. "I'm telling you what you're gonna do with my money," he cracks the beer open with his teeth, it foams up over his hand, "yeah."

He sinks at least half the bottle. It had been a long couple of days.

"We pump all that coin back in, I move the product, we've doubled it. That means me and you, down the middle, 50/50, nobody else is in on this, no greasy cousins, no fuckers in the motherland, me and you."

When was the last time he saw his daughter?

"Said I was out," there goes the other half of the bottle, talks through a belch; "guess I lied."